The people upstairs think they know who it was. Some dude that was casing out downstairs earlier (offering to sell us some really shitty hash, too). Apologies to anyone on these raver forums I may be offending by saying this, but I fucking hate cokeheads. Y'all can fucking burn in hell for all I care by this point.
No insurance, so I'm pretty SOL for today. I'm still debating if I wanna pull off a family emergency day today to try and pick up the pieces, maybe get thoroughly adequately stoned or something like that.
I fucking hate cokeheads.
My roomate's a bit on the warpath, she's got their address and stuff. I say best not to deal with these fuckers. Losing my stuff sucks, but I still have food, warmth and sanity. I'm alive and have all I need. That's what's important.
Last night I turned on the turntables, smoked a shitload of weed and listened to Miss Kittin and The Faint unamplified. It helped.
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